Right outside the stadium, there’s a petrol station. Critical for buying emergency sweets and a lottery ticket you’ll probably lose. It’s a landmark.
Walk five minutes, and you’re in the corner of the M1. Honestly, the views are mostly motorways and industrial estates. But in a weird way, it’s beautiful. It screams, “We’re here for the sport, not the scenery.”
Need a pre-match pint? Try the Three Lions pub. It’s close. It’s loud. The carpet smells like history and spilled lager. Perfect.
